In the flurry of life it’s easy to loose your heart wisdom; the kind of wisdom that reminds you that good friends are without price.
I spent Sunday night in the company of two women who have long been beloveds. We have been busy, we three. Two of them run their own businesses: one a yoga studio and one an elder relocation service (hands on help for elders as they move from one home to another). And me, well, I do the dance that is ministry. Between us we have eight children and four grandchildren. There are partners and there are consulting gigs and for one a recently published book and for another, a nationally published article (that would be me).
We haven’t been together for three years. It got to be known that this was near criminal, so we met in a retreat center where we had time and space and trees and stars and no agenda beyond hearing each other’s hearts and holding same.
I am blessed. I am blessed to be connected to women who know and hold me and who allow me to know and hold them. I am blessed by the awe I feel at their beauty. I am blessed by the ways they are woven threads of grace in my life. I am blessed by deep laughter and free tears and breathing the same air with them – no matter how far the miles may separate us.
We all breathe. And the blessings are.